(Link to Part 1 in case you missed it.)

Leaning on my elbow and still under the thin sheet, I looked up at what I could see of Darren in the near darkness and gave him a come-hither motion. He stepped to the edge of the table, intimately close. The moment of silence continued.

I allowed the back of my free hand to slowly graze across the front of his black scrubs that were doing not much better than a mediocre job of hiding his arousal. As my fingers traced the shape of his growing erection, I looked up again and asked, "how much time?"

"We've got, ummm, maybe 25 minutes," he replied quietly.

"Good. Drop 'em."

He deftly undid the drawstring and quickly shimmied them down. Underneath were black boxer briefs barely constraining my prize. With one hand I encouraged him to slip out of those as well, and he quickly obeyed.

Darren was perfect. Almost fully erect at this point. Bigger than most men but not unwieldy. Cocoa skin and not a hint of hair or stubble. My heart palpitated a bit. I was genuinely eager to have him in my mouth.

"That thing is perfectly groomed, Darren. Someone must be worshipping this for you to go to all that trouble," I offered.

"My wife likes it like that. She gives me blowjobs when I'm stressed out."

"Oh, you're married? That's a fun little bonus for me. You going to tell her how much fun you had at work today?" I asked.

"No chance. I'd be a dead man."

I twisted a bit on the table, letting the sheet slip from my upper body, leaving only my legs covered and positioning Darren perfectly in front of my lips. The tip of my tongue teased the underside of his erection. I noticed the deep breaths he was taking and felt his fingers on the back of my head for the first time.

"And how often does your mind wander thinking about a fun, attractive client on your table wrapping their lips around you?"

"Constantly," he replied.

I didn't reply. I cupped his balls and took him into my mouth. He gasped. I hummed ever so softly, letting my tongue and my lips run along his length. He tilted his head back.

As I picked up the pace, his fingertips applied greater pressure to my scalp, coaxing my mouth closer to him. He let out soft moans at irregular intervals and struggled to not buck his hips. It was difficult in my current position to get him fully into my mouth, so I withdrew. My hand wrapped around him as I sat up, letting him know I was far from finished.

"You okay?" he asked, his question quickly met with a finger to his lips.

I planted one foot on the cool floor and then the other. I kneeled next to the massage table and he squared his hips up to meet me. I slipped the hair tie that lives on my wrist off and pulled my mess back into something sufficiently functional for sucking a dick. I never leave home without a hair tie or my American Express card. (Sidebar: you have to be a certain advanced age to get the reference.)

I balanced myself with one hand on each of his hips and took all of Darren, with some effort, into my mouth. My knees forgot about the cold floor. I had goosebumps from the slightly cool temperature of the room but the adrenaline of the moment outweighed any discomfort.

Knowing the clock was ticking, I decided to pick up the tempo. I licked and kissed and tugged and jerked and sucked and satisfied this gorgeous man's gorgeous cock. He started to participate a bit more forcefully, taking a much bolder tone, "beautiful white girl like you most definitely should be fucked in the mouth. My wife would kill us both if she saw this, but I'd probably die if you stopped right now. Fuck this feels so good."

I continued my work, now with great speed and sufficient lubrication thanks to my sometimes sloppy style, and looked up at him. Our eyes were literally fixed upon one another.

Between licks I asked, "do you want to fuck me?"

"God yes I do. I bet that pussy is incredible," he replied quietly.

"Good. But not today. I want you to come for me when you're ready."

"You must be getting rich sucking client dick, girl. Fuck. I'm just - I don't even know," he said while I fully throated him, working hard not to cough, but enjoying the challenge of satisfying this man.

My work continued as the clock ticked down. Eventually the back of my head rested against the vinyl edge of the massage table while Darren thrust into my mouth with speed and abandon.

Here we were. Me the paying client. Him the service provider. Me the pale white girl on her knees. Him the built and well-endowed man with chocolate skin, standing above me and fucking me in the mouth. And him, the married man. Me, the divorced woman soaking wet without so much as a touch, thinking callously about the clueless woman at home I'll never meet whose man was in my mouth.

"Fuck," Darren let out much louder than the setting called for as he began to climax.

He came volumes into my mouth. Several spurts. And then several more. I didn't miss a drop. I swallowed several times, let my tongue do one final sweep of my mouth as I stood up, and licked my lips clean.

He was still bent at the waist, partially out of breath, supporting himself with one hand on the massage table.

I hopped up onto the table, naked as the day I came into this world, letting my legs dangle off the side. Darren stood before me and straightened up. I put my hands on his arms - his black logo'd scrub top still keeping him warm - and he leaned back down to kiss me.

Our lips met. I let the fingers of my right hand curl against the back of his head while our tongues began to dance.

"My God, that was amazing," he said, breaking our kiss but not pulling away. "I'm going to dream about you sucking my dick for years to come, girl."

"I enjoyed my massage today. You're fantastic." I told him playfully. "But maybe next time you'll come see me and I'll get you on my table?" I asked coyly. "You come see me and I'll massage you, and touch you, and kiss you, and lick you, and suck you, and fuck you. And fuck you some more. I'm going to sit you down in my comfy little loveseat and climb on top of you. I'm going to bury you inside me and ride you and kiss you until you can't take it anymore. And you're going to pay for the service just like I paid for what I got today."

My words aroused him again immediately.

I hooked my arm around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. While our lips connected, I grabbed Darren's nearly full erection with my other hand, guiding him inside me.

My legs hooked around his hips, pulling him into me with one intense motion.

He let out a muffled grunt, breaking our kiss and looking somewhat stunned.

I let out a gasp of my own as I felt every inch of him inside me. I was eager to fuck Darren but it was not meant to be today. Our time was up. He started to thrust his hips, but I shook my head.

After a moment I scooted back on the table, effectively ending our intimate connection and offering, "nope, not today my dear. I wanted to make sure your wife can pick up on my scent when she goes to suck your cock tonight," with the sexiest grin God granted me.

Darren quickly dressed and then left the room to let me get dressed. He met me with a glass of water and no words. As I checked out, I slipped a hundred dollar bill into the tip envelope. And a business card. Here's to hoping he wants more...